The Woods are Lovely Dark and Deep

The Dean stands on the dock, bags in hand. He looks forward towards his zubmarine, The Peligin Oak. He looks back at the docks, at London, his Neathean home. He stands there for a time, until a rare breeze blows from the west. He turns back towards his ship.

&quotBut I have promises to keep.&quot

He walks forward alongside the dock.

&quotAnd miles to go before I sleep.&quot

He enters the zub through the hatch.

&quotAnd miles to go before I sleep.&quot

The Dean has left Fallen London for now, in order to sail the zees on a voyage of introspection, searching, and discovery. Current goal: 10,000 of each kind of research.
edited by Dean Lee on 7/18/2016